It was dark by the time Ariadne finished drawing the layout of a small town for their next heist. She didn’t mind staying late, not when Arthur was across the room from her and in her line of sight. If she could have it her way, she’d sit there all night and just stare.

As though sensing her eyes on him, Arthur looked up and met her eyes. His ( Read more... )

This is for the prompt: Ariadne and Arthur bonding through one of them getting hurt by the enemy by capture, escape and then comfort with a lot of angst. I really should be working on other things right now but obsession some things will always be first on my list.

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This is for the prompt: Arthur seduces Ariadne with his darker side. I really just couldn't resist writing it. This is dedicated to angel-puppeteer who I still owe chapters that need to be proofread after a year. I am such a slacker.

( what's wrong with me? why do I feel like this? I'm going crazy now. )